i just made a fool of myself, by giving you the upper hand when i showed you my tears. i’ve never felt so embarrassed than when i cried, as you told me how you could understand when we both knew you were fine. she broke your heart and i compared you like all the others, lost and confused and fucking up gorgeous girls like me. again and again, making us feel like we’re not good enough.
this is a collection of thoughts
from a girl in her twenties
who's alone in a big city.
we're probably not so different.
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